I was glad at heart to see that the shadow had passed entirely away.

Only for a moment could any presage of personal fear cloud the sweet serenity of the Maid's nature.

And yet I went from her something troubled myself; for had I not reason to know what strange power she possessed of reading the future, and what did it mean, that confusion of battle, that intermingling of victory and defeat, that darkness of smoke and blaze of fire, and the white dove flying forth unscathed?
I had heard too often the shouts of the infuriated English--"We will take you and burn you, you White Witch! You shall perish in the flames from whence the devil, your father, has sent you forth!"-- not to hear with a shudder any vision of smoke and of fire.

But again, had not the Maid ever prevailed in battle over her foes?
Might she not laugh to scorn all such threats?
Ah me! It is well that we may not read the future, else how could we bear the burden of life?
Joyous and triumphant was the day upon which, after some inevitable delays, we started forth--a goodly company in sooth--an army at our back, swelling with pride and triumph--to take our young King to the appointed place, and see the crown of France there set upon his head.

From all quarters news was pouring in of the hopeless disruption of the power of the English after the Chasse de Patay.
Towns and villages which had submitted in sullen acquiescence before, now sent messages of loyalty and love to the King.